[The label truly means nothing to him, though that doesn’t mean he can’t give it a good once-over like he’s some sort of expert. A critical glance, spared for the contents within, though Ardyn does trust the other man to have taste.

So, with little to no preamble, he’s pulling the cork off while his friend tends to the fire. As the glasses are already situated on the small table before him, it’s easy to pour them both a taste. The liquid collects at the bottom of each, a deep ruby color.]

None at all. I do enjoy a nice drink and again — and now, I must admit that I am able to enjoy it much more than I once could in centuries.